A barrage of questions struck Sabrina before she had time to react.

The microphones seemed to choke her.

Eventually regaining her composure, Sabrina stepped back.

The press hounds pounced, unrelenting in their inquiries.

Camera flashes blinded Sabrina.

The reporters were in their element, having waited at the hospital gate, tipped off about Galilea's presence.

Instead, they stumbled upon Sabrina.

Sabrina's head buzzed as she managed to utter, "I'm sorry, I have nothing to disclose. Please make way.”

But the journalists were unyielding, her refusal just stoked their curiosity. They pinned her down, thrusting microphones in her direction, demanding answers.

“Why won't you tell us anything?"

"Is your reluctance due to guilt?"

“We understand that Tyrone and Galilea are also at the hospital. What brings you here?"

"Is Tyrone cohabiting with Galilea now?"

"I have no comments. Kindly let me pass," Sabrina replied icily.

"So, your silence implies that the rumors are true?"

“How do you view Tyrone and Galilea's relationship?"

Despite the barrage of inquiries, Sabrina remained silent. Her face drained of color, she felt suffocated.

Despite her refusal to engage, she was trapped and unable to escape.

Sabrina was at her wit's end. "I repeat, allow me to go. If not, I'll dial the police this instant and charge you with harassment.”

The reporters had no choice but to begrudgingly retreat.